arching woman

Canyonlands National Park sits under the desert sun nearly every day, but in the early morning hours when the air is cool and the sun is rising, a majestic glow of indigo filled this Utah valley with mist. The iconic Airport Tower can be seen in the distance, standing just behind the Washer Woman Arch. Photo courtesy of Sam Koerbel. 


Nut is the Egyptian goddess of the sky and all heavenly bodies. Envisioned as as star-covered woman arching over the earth, Nut is the barrier separating the forces of chaos from the ordered cosmos in the world and is considered to be one of the oldest deities in the Egyptian pantheon.

As the mother of Osiris, Isis, Set and Nephthys, Nut is regarded as the mother of the gods and of all things living. She and her husband Geb are considered to be the givers of food and water, not only to the living but also to the dead. In this role she is seen as a protector of the dead. 

Cuddling With...

Request: Cuddling with anyone tbh will be gr8 thank youu

A/N: Just some drabbles about a whole bunch of people I absolutely adore to be quite honest. 

Word Count: N/A

Newt Scamander-

“Please come back to bed, (Y/N)…” A sleepy Newt called out to you as he grasped around the bed in search of your warm body. You padded out of the bathroom and smiled at his adorable and pouty self. His brown curls were messy, eyes heavily lidded due to his half awake state, and the blankets were wrapped tightly around him. 

“I’ll coming, just had to use the bathroom, Newt.” You chided and slipped back under the covers, immediately curling into his side and he sighed in content. 

“Thank you. It was quite cold without you, love.” He murmured into your hair as his arms wrapped around your body, drawing you in as close as possible. His fingers traced delicate patterns on the small of your back as his lips pressed a small kiss on your forehead. You couldn’t help but giggle at how affectionate and cute he was half asleep. Your hands went up to meet his hair and allowed your fingers to weave through the soft locks. It was going to be a lazy day and you were perfectly fine with that if it meant spending time with your favourite Hufflepuff.

Queenie Goldstein- 

Your reading time was quickly cut off when Queenie took her place beside you and poked at your arm. You set the book down, turned your head to face the woman and arched your eyebrow.

“Yes, love?” You asked, though you already knew what she wanted. It wasn’t as if you could read her mind, but she’d only interrupt you while reading if she was in dire need of attention. She smiled sweetly up to you and moved to press a kiss on your cheek tenderly. You shifted all your attention towards her, forgetting about the book’s plot. ‘Save it for another time.’ You thought. 

“Just bored is all. You’re always spending time reading instead of talking.” She commented and rested her head on your shoulder. You chuckled and rolled your eyes before proceeding to wrap your arms around her.

“You got my attention. Happy yet, gorgeous?” You asked her.

“Yes I am.” She beamed. 

Sirius Black-

“Baaabeeee.” Sirius groaned, tugging at your arm childishly as you tried to finish an essay for potions. When you didn’t immediately respond to his pleas, he moved until you could see his face and pouted, complete with the loving-yet-annoying puppy dog eyes. 

“Ten more minutes, Sirius, okay? Almost done.” You mumbled, trying to ignore his cute facial expression because the minute you looked, you melted and give into his pleas. His voice was raised about three octaves when he said, “What?!” and you looked down at him, shrugging your shoulders. The boy shook his head and picked you up before you even knew what was going on. 

“No, I want to cuddle with you right now. Your potions essay can wait, it’s not even due for a few days.” He stated and set you down on the couch by the roaring fire. You allowed him to wrap his arms around your torso, already giving up at fighting against this. He was quite warm after all and maybe you could spare thirty minutes for Sirius’ pleasure. You laid your head against his chest and deeply inhaled the scent that could only be described as Sirius. He peppered kisses along your collarbones and you hummed at his affection. 

“Not so bad, is it, baby?” He muttered against your skin and you merely giggled in response. Not so bad, indeed.

Remus Lupin-

How you two ended up, limbs tangled together, with books strewn everywhere on the bed, was a mystery to you both. One minute you had been studying late into the night with each other, and then you two were cuddling. Not the worst thing to be doing on a chilly night, you had to admit.

“Remus…” You murmured to the boy as you gently tapped a rhythm on his chest while he rubbed small circles on your shoulder blades, relieving the tension that built up over the past few days. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you and pecked your nose.

“Yes, my love?” He acknowledged while tugging your body closer to his. 

“Just wanted to say I’m thankful for you, is all.” You chirped and kissed his jawline. He, in return, gave you a lazy smile and moved his head down to give you a proper kiss on the lips. You smiled against his lips, giddy for who knows what. Probably because you were with Remus and finally got to relax after a stressful week. 

“As am I.”  

Draco Malfoy-

“Draco, I’m cold.” You complained and opened your arms up, hoping he’d take the invite and come cuddle with you. When he didn’t look over right away, you pouted and let out an exasperated sigh. That got his attention and he looked over at you, eyebrow arched and a smirk adorning his lips.

“I’ll take care of that.” He drawled and approached you. The boy sat down beside you then moved your frame until you were resting comfortably in his lap. You giggled and began to pepper kisses along his jawline and neck. Draco responded by squeezing your waist and leaning his head back. 

“Warmer now,  princess?” He chuckled and lowered his head to capture your lips with his own. Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, brushing the platinum locks at the base of his neck. You pulled away from him and beamed. 

“Always warmer with you around, Draco.” With this statement, he pulled you closer to his body and nodded his head, content with your answer. You could hear him mutter a ‘good’ under his breath, making you smile. 

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My Fake boyfriend Part 9

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2146

Warnings: Just fuffly and maybe some aganst

Thank you @drinkfantasy you are the best

Originally posted by whohehellisbucky

You are in shock…

All happened in slow motion, one moment you are pushing Lucas away from you and the other Bucky is holding Lucas by his shirt lifting him in the air. Bucky punches him in the face, you can feel that Bucky didn’t use half of his strength and that he even pulled his punch back a little.

Sure Lucas would wake up in pain and with a black eye tomorrow, but Bucky could have killed Lucas with just a punch, after all he is a super soldier. Bucky drops Lucas on the floor and his expression soften when he looks at you “Are you okay?” He asks gently.

You nod and he takes your hand. You watch as Lucas gets up from the floor and all you can feel is rage because Lucas has a smirk on his fucking face. How dare him kiss you? Why did he think that he had the right to kiss you? For that moment you let the rage take over you.

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Tale as Old as Time

Summary: Tony takes his daughter to watch Beauty and the Beast. Again. 
Relationship: Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader
Warnings: None. 

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

“Little town, full of little people…” The little girl sang on the edge of her chair and poked Tony’s arm for the 100th time in the whole movie. “Waking up to say…”

Tony sighed. It was his 8th time in a month there. He was visiting the theatre so much that everyone knew his face and Y/N’s and gave him the Beauty and Beast tickets before he would even say the name of the movie. 

‘Spend some time with your kid’, they said. ‘Take her to a movie’, they said. 

“Bonjour.” He said with the man that opened his window, and repeated the greeting several times. 

He already knew every single song of that Disney movie. 

Y/N sang with Belle without shame, completely unaware of her father’s boredom. Belle was definitely and without a doubt her favourite princess.  

“Song as old as rhyme.” Y/N sang to herself, her eyes wide as she watched the movie in front of her in the screen. “Beauty and the Beast…”

She leaned back down on her father’s shoulder and he sighed with an emotion she couldn’t describe. 

“What?” The woman arched an eyebrow at him. 


Y/N stared at him for a long moment and he rolled his eyes. 

“Well, it’s just… We watched this movie 15 times when you were a kid.” He reminded her. “And you’re an adult now. It is just… Nostalgic.”

Y/N chuckled and kissed his cheek. 

“Thanks for coming with me.” She whispered at him before looking back at the screen. 

“It is our movie.” Tony reminded her. “I couldn’t say no to you.”

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Last Straw

This is how I imagine Rick, Michonne, and Jadis’ next meeting will happen.

Rick stepped inside the dark cell, Michonne quietly standing behind him. “Why are you here?” His hard voice echoed against the cold walls.

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Torch of Bellona (Part 6)

Originally posted by davidxhaller

Author: Wristic

Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 2900

Warnings: Hope you enjoy a butt-load of insecurities with your smut, a little choking

(This should be the last in the series! Kind of funny how that turned out, first planned series ending on my first sex scene. I hope y’all enjoy it!)

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5-

After being so restricted in your more sinful thoughts, you finally get a moment alone with Ivar, only to find him hesitant. But you two are of a like mind, the allure of war and love too much to ignore.

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For anon…an AU where Rey is a Skywalker, reader is his wife as requested. Shifting times and POVs too, enjoy!

Rey held out her hand toward Luke, holding his old lightsaber to him. The man was silent as he saw the face of his young daughter. He took a sharp intake of breath as she stared at him with a hope and longing.

“Please,” she pleaded after some silence had dragged on, “we need you.”

She lowered her arm as Luke hung his head. He bit on his lip slightly as he took a few steps toward her. His piercing blue eyes connected with hers. Gingerly, he gripped the open end of his blade, though she didn’t let go.

“You,” she paused to keep her voice from cracking, “You left me on Jakku.”

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Black Hat Headcanon- Who is his enemy?

Black Hat is a demon that had been around for centuries, he had conquered countries and defeated various heroes. 

But there is one hero that had been around as long as he had. Every villain has an opposite and Black Hat has his own, that he had never defeated or got rid of. 

The hero is called “Guardian Angel” and just as the name implies, it is an angel who wears a white robe and golden armor, wearing a helmet of a golden bird. No one knows the real identity of this hero, not even Black Hat. But he had found out one thing. 

His arch-enemy is a woman! 


Originally the Goddess of the nighttime sky, but eventually became referred to as simply the Sky Goddess. Her themes are air and health. Her symbols are a pot, turquoise, musk, a star, wind and cow images. She is considered one of the oldest deities among the Egyptian pantheon. 

Her brother and husband is the earth-god Geb. Nut and Geb were married in secret against the will of Ra, the one-time King of the Gods. When Ra found them coupling, he had Shu the air-god violently seperate them, forcing Geb to the earth, where his body’s contours became the hills, and lifting Nut into the sky. Since then they have always been separated, and Geb has been inconsolable. Ra then forbade Nut to have her children on any day of the year. But Thoth, god of wisdom, helped her, by winning at gaming with the Moon. From his winnings–which were a little of the Moon’s light–Thoth made five extra days that were outside the year, and Nut was able to give birth to her five children. 

Like Hathor, Nut can take the form of a cow. She is also depicted as a slender woman whose arched body touches the earth with only the tips of her fingers and her tippy-toes, her starry body forming the heavens. Nut’s fingers and toes were believed to touch the four cardinal points or directions of north, south, east, and west.

shokundayo  asked:

Gladly XD "How lords reaction if they caught mc bring something like *cough*toystopleasureherself*cough* after being pranked by her friends for her birthday gifts?" Thank you very much 😳😳😳

Woohoo my first (somewhat) NSFW Headcanon in 2017.

Here we go, we’ll start with SFW Prologue then branch out to the Lords’ reaction, alright? Fufufufufu, I had fun doing these, nyahahahah!





To say that you were mortified was an understatement. If mortification had a word for mortified, you would be it. They were all in this together! You couldn’t believe it! Yuki, Oichi and Kiku – it’s almost a given that they would be in cahoot in planning something raunchy for your birthday. Evidently making them swear that they would not hire a male stripper – no matter how hot he is – had not been enough. But, then, somehow, they had managed to get Umeko, Matsuko, Sayuri and Kita (oh sweet mother of god) to chip in too. “You too..!?” you had said to them, feeling utterly betrayed. To which they all had burst into collective giggling.

That was how you ended up going home carrying an armload of… very, very naughty gifts. Ones that you probably would not need anyway, now that you were together with him. The thought of him bring smile to your lips. You had meant to tell the girls of your new beau, but with their scheduling and all, you kept postponing it and for all they know you were still single… And apparently sexually frustrated as well.

You sighed, then smiled. Sexually frustrated was maybe the least possible state you could feel right now. Right! Now all you had to do was bringing all of these paper bags – at least the girls had had the decency to give you a giant glossy paper bag to carry all the stuff. Now, if you could just get home quickly, stow it in the deepest part of your closet and get everything ready for the date, it’ll be perfect.

But of course in your excitement, you forgot how unreliable the heels you were wearing (they were so pretty though) were on the pathways leading to your apartment. The pavements were in poor condition. You managed to catch yourself when one of your heels was stuck in the cracks, but the momentum had sent one of the gifts flying out of your shopping bag.


“Careful,” said a really familiar voice.

Your eyes went wide. He was early. And now he was standing in front of you. And in his arms was… the box containing… that, that… toy.

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  • Wanting an older, busty woman to hold you close, bow her head until it rests on top of yours while her hair drapes down, and simply hug you until you grow tired of standing
  • Wanting an older woman to pet your head and say it’s okay to cry in her arms
  • Wanting an older woman to be legitimately shocked when you say you love her right before she calms down, lets out a small tired chuckle followed by a small reply that she’s just surprised you’d fall in love with an old lady like her
  • Wanting an older woman to subtley and unintentionally make remarks about her age only to blush and become flustered when you take her self-depreciating humor too seriously and tell her to stop it because she’s beautiful
  • Wanting an older woman to climb under the sheets with you, hold you close, and let you touch her in places that she hasn’t felt another’s hands on in an eternity
  • Wanting an older woman to gently headpat you
  • Wanting an older woman to slowly, and shyly, show you her nether regions as she asks you to be gentle because she believes you to be some rabid, youthful, machine under the sheets
  • Wanting an older woman to be pleasantly surprised and hold you close between her large breasts as she gently sighs and wraps her thick legs around you reassuring you it’s okay to cum inside her while she gazes at you with teary and lusty eyes
  • Wanting to fall asleep in an older woman’s arms with the room smelling faintly of women’s perfume, sweat, and sex
  • Wanting to wake up to an older woman in a naked apron asking you ‘Ara ara~ do you want breakfast, a bath, or perhaps…’ right before she breaks into laughter at how silly it sounded
  • Wanting an older woman to gently sigh, and with her lusty relaxed eyes tell you ‘honey, last night was wonderful. I love you.’
  • Wanting an older woman to call you to dinner and show you a delicious heartfelt meal made with lots of love
  • Wanting an older woman to sit silently and apologise for her apron stunt earlier in the day for being too awkward unlike the video in your porn collection
  • Wanting an older woman to tell you “I don’t know what you like but I know I really love you and will do anything to make you happy” before she asks and inquires about what will make you happier during sex
  • Wanting an older woman to be slightly shocked but accepting of your fetishes with a smile as she says she didn’t expect someone like you to be so…perverted
  • Wanting an older woman to do her best at making you happy and willing to stay with her
  • Wanting an older woman to moan 'I love you~ you’re all I need! I love you, I love you, I love you!’ as she breaks character during the kinkiest of sex and roleplay
  • Wanting an older woman to leg lock you, smother you between her soft, plump, sweaty breasts, and beg you to never leave her
  • Wanting an older woman to arch her back and tighten her body and legs around you as she orgasms then slowly, but weakly, releases you from her grasp
  • Wanting an older woman to say 'darling, you don’t need to pull out right away, we can just enjoy this little moment a bit longer, can’t we?’ as little shivers run through her body from the intensity of her orgasm
  • Wanting an older woman to blush intensely and say 'You know, sweetie~ I never told you my fetishes’ as she lists off her interests from lovey dovey sex to missionary position as if she’s some depraved slut
  • Wanting an older woman to look at you expectantly for a response after she tells you her fetishes only to let out a moan and a sigh as she feels you get hard inside her again
  • Wanting an older woman to say 'I’m so happy I met you. Dreams really can come true’ as tears well up in her eyes and her body becomes glazed with droplets of sweat as you grind up inside her 

(I take no credit for this, I copy-pasted it from some Anon in a Camilla thread)

deathbycaptainswan  asked:

Heyy! I dont know if your taking prompts right now but i really love your fics and would like to know if you can write a smutty fic of Killian noticing Emma's flowery shirts which ive seen on the show are pretty :)

Thank you!! Gonna try to get this one done quickly. Clothes porn? Clothing kink? Height differences???? Puns????????? Who knows. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

He’s used to her in leather. He likes the leather, he likes that in this simple way they are once more kindred spirits. He likes her sweaters – though he likes her more without, for when he peels the warm cloth from her body she never fails to tuck her body against his, claiming, “It’s fucking cold, Killian.”

He loves her trousers, the nigh-obscene way they cling to her legs and her shapely hips, and the boots that reach for her knees and give her enough height so that he doesn’t have to quite bend in two to kiss her.

(Though he loves her, too, in her stocking feet, when she allows herself to feel vulnerable and their bodies fit together perfectly – her head on his shoulder, tucked just under his chin.)

But there’s been a change recently, and one he’s not entirely opposed to.

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Hello Detective (Chapter 23)

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After a little while your phone rang. You noticed it was Sherlock calling, which was strange because he usually prefers to text. You answered it and Sherlock immediately began talking.

“It’s me. Have you found anything on the South Bank between Waterloo Bridge and Southwark Bridge?” He spoke fast.

“Um, let me check.” I said, before asking Lestrade the same question. He flipped through some papers before answering.

“A body’s just washed up.” He said. Grabbing his things to leave, you followed. Sherlock must have heard Lestrade because he hung up.

Once you arrived to where the body was, Sherlock and John showed up no more than five minutes after.

“Do you reckon this is connected then, the bomber?” Lestrade asked Sherlock.

“Must be, odd though, he hasn’t been in touch.” Sherlock answered.

“Then we must assume that some poor bugger’s primed to explode, yeah?” Lestrade asked again.

“Yes.” Sherlock said.

“Any ideas?” Lestrade asked.

“Seven, so far.” Sherlock smirked, bending down to examine the body.

“Seven?” Lestrade said, amazed. Sherlock finished looking around, stood back up and pulled out his phone. John then bent down to look at the body as well.

“He’s dead about 24 hours. Maybe a bit longer. Did he drown?” He asked.

“Asphyxiated.” You said.

“There’s quite a bit of bruising around the nose and mouth. More bruises here and here.” He pointed.

“Fingertips.” Sherlock suddenly said.

“I’d say mid thirties, and he’s not in the best condition.” John continued.

“He’s been in the river a long while. The water’s destroyed most of the data.” Sherlock spoke. He then suddenly smirked. “But I’ll tell you one thing. That lost Vermeer painting’s a fake.”

“What?” Lestrade asked, lost.

“We need to identify the corpse find out about his friends and…” Sherlock said before Lestrade cut him off.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait. What painting? What are you on about?” Lestrade asked.

“It’s all over the place, haven’t you seen the posters? Dutch old master, supposed to be destroyed centuries ago. Now it’s turned up, worth £30 million.” Sherlock explained.

“Okay, so what has that got to do with the stiff?” Lestrade asked.

“Everything. Have you ever heard of the Golem?” Sherlock asked.

“The Jewish folk story or the assassin?” You asked.

“Oscar Dzundza, one of the deadliest assassins in the world. That is his trademark style.” Sherlock said, pointing to the body.

“So this is a hit.” Lestrade said.

“Definitely.” Sherlock said.

“The Golem squeezes the life out of his victims with his bare hands.” You explained.

“But what has this got to do with that painting?” Lestrade asked, still lost. Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked up to you, asking you to explain. You nodded slightly.

“The killers only left us with the shirt and pants. Cheap, and too big for him so standard-issue uniform. So he was going to work. There’s a hook on his belt for a walkie-talkie.” You began.

“Tube driver?” Lestrade asked.

“More likely a security guard.” Sherlock said, urging you to continue.

“You’d think he led a sedentary life but his feet and legs show otherwise. So a lot of walking and a lot of sitting around. Security guards looking good. His watch showed he did regular night shifts, the buttons are stiff so he set it a long time ago and his routine never varied. There was some sort of badge or logo ripped off the of the shirt front, so it must have been something recognizable. Wad of ticket stubs in his pocket so probably a museum gallery.” You said.

“I did a quick check, the Hickman gallery has reported one of its attendants is missing. Alex Woodbridge. Tonight, they unveil the rediscovered masterpiece. Now, why would anyone want to pay the Golem to suffocate a perfectly ordinary gallery attendant? Inference, the dead man knew something about it, something that would stop the owner getting paid £30 million. The pictures are fake.” Sherlock said, wrapping it up.

“I better get my feelers out for this Golem character.” Lestrade stated.

“Pointless, you’ll never find him, but I know a man who can.” Sherlock returned.

“Who?” Lestrade asked.

“Me.” Sherlock smirked. You shook your head smiling. Lestrade went back to the office, and as you were apparently Sherlock’s handler you got in a cab with him and John.

“Why hasn’t he phoned? He’s broken his pattern. Why?” Sherlock said, talking to himself. The question was simple enough but the answer was complex. The numerous possibilities each frightened you. The bomber wasn’t just sitting and watching us now, he was planning something. His end game. He’s clearly not afraid to rack up a boy count. He also isn’t going to allow himself to be caught by authorities, this was about him and Sherlock. They had to share some sort of connection. Every single case so far had been about him. Car Powers was his first case, the shoes were found in his bloody flat. The rest of the cases were tests, trying to find out just what makes him tick.

“The Hickman is contemporary art. Why have they got hold of an old master?” John asked, breaking your trance.

“Don’t know. It’s dangerous to jump to conclusions. Need data.” Sherlock said, jotting something down in his notebook and ripping out the page. He then pulled out 50 pounds and wrapped it around the note. He suddenly yelled at the cabby to stop and asked him to wait. Sherlock jumped out of the cab and gave the money to a homeless person. Must have been someone in his homeless network.

When we arrived outside of the gallery Sherlock stepped out of the cab, he helped you out and then stopped John before he could exit.

“No, I need you to find out all you can about the gallery attendant. Lestrade will give you the address.” Sherlock said.

“Okay.” John said annoyed.

“You know Mycroft is going to get upset the longer you wait to solve his case. If I keep ignoring his texts he’s just going to trick John into looking into it.” You told Sherlock as you were walking to the gallery together.

Once inside, you went to talk to some of the other security guards to see if Alex Woodbridge had told them anything about the painting. Sherlock on the other hand grabbed a hat and jacket out of the security office and slipped off his long coat. He handed it to you and you folded it over your arm, parting ways. You wondered what he had planned, but he walked off before you could ask.

After about twenty minutes you met Sherlock back outside of the gallery. He stalked towards you in just his suit, it was odd seeing him without his large coat. It was as if that coat protected him, not just from the cold but from reality. The coat was his security blanket in a way, it made him safe, comfortable, and at home. You stuck it out to him as he approached, he smiled and took it from your hands. He slipped it on and flipped up the collar as usual. The two of you began the 30 minute walk back to Baker Street. As you were nearing the door you noticed the same homeless woman from earlier leaning against the fence.

“Any spare change?” She asked repeatedly.

John’s cab pulled up and he informed us that Alex Woodbridge knew nothing about art, but he was an amateur astronomer. Sherlock told him to hold the cab as he approached the homeless woman.

“Spare change, sir?” She asked.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He said, receiving a slip of paper from the woman.

“Vauxhall Arches.” Was all it said. The three of you hopped back in the cab. You checked your phone and ignored three more texts from Mycroft. You texted Lestrade quickly that there was still no word from the bomber.

The cab ride was surprisingly silent. By the time you got there it was about 10 o’clock at night. You could see the stars overhead.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Sherlock said, when he noticed where you were looking.

“I thought you didn’t care about…” John began before Sherlock cut him off.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate it.” Sherlock said. You hopped the two of them wouldn’t get back into the ‘earth goes round the sun’ fight again.

“Listen, Alex Woodbridge had a message on the answerphone at his flat. A Professor Cairns.” John began. The three of you continued into the arches, they were covered in filth. The only people who come down here were homeless people trying to sleep out of the rain.

“Nice. Nice part of town.” John said, looking around. You took a step closer to Sherlock, nervous of what might pop out of the shadows. You pulled your coat closer around your body.

“Uh, any time you want to explain?” John asked Sherlock.

“Homeless network. Really is indispensable.” Sherlock stated.

“Homeless network?” John asked, confused.

“My eyes and ears all over the city.” Sherlock explained.

“Ah, that’s… clever. So you scratch their backs, and…” John said, looking around.

“Yes, and I disinfect myself.” Sherlock said with a smile.

You moved deeper into the tunnels, the only light now was coming from your flash lights. You noticed homeless people curled up against the walls and surrounded by piles of belongings. You turned around as you noticed Sherlock staring at a large shadow emerging down the tunnel, he quickly pulled you behind a wall, out of view of who you assumed was the assassin you were looking for.

“What’s he doing sleeping rough?” John whispered.

“Well he has a very distinctive look. He has to hide somewhere where tongues won’t wag… Much.” Sherlock whispered back. You pulled out your gun as Sherlock pulled one out of his coat and handed it to John just as he was about to say he’d wish he’d brought his gun.

Oscar Dzundza began to run down the tunnel, we turned on our heels and chased him. He jumped into a car at the clearing and ran off. Where ever he was heading, he seemed to be in a hurry.

“No! No! No! It’ll take us weeks to find him again!” Sherlock shouted angrily.

“Or not. I have an idea where he might be going.” John said.

“What?” Sherlock asked him, surprised.

“I told you. Someone left Alex Woodbridge a message. There can’t be that many Professor Cairns in the book. Come on.” John said, we followed him. He was right, there was only one, she worked as an astrology professor at Roland Kerr Further Education College. We hurried there and once we arrived we saw the car that Oscar Dzundza sped off in parked behind the Astrology Auditorium. We rushed into the building before it was too late.

You ran into the room, gun at the ready.

“Golem!” Sherlock shouted as you saw the tall man squeezing the life out of the woman that had to be Professor Cairns. You heard her neck snap and the lights cut out of the room as her hand slipped down the control board.

“Pro koho pracuješ pro tuto dobu, Dzundza?” You yelled in his native language. Who are you working for this time, Dzundza? The lights acted almost in strobes. One moment they flashed on, the next was complete darkness. In the momentary lightness, you saw him perk up at the sound of his native language, Czech. The lights cut out for what seemed like minutes this time, and when they came back on you noticed him standing behind Sherlock. In a moments notice he had his hands over his face, restricting his breathing. You cocked your gun up and pressed the cold metal against his head.

“Já bych ho nechal jít, kdybych byl tebou.” You muttered fiercely. I’d let him go if I were you. He removed his hands from Sherlock, who let in a sharp breath. Dzundza towered over you as the lights cut out again, before you knew it he had thrown your body into the first row of seats. You landed with a thump and let out a groan. You stood up as fast as your body would allow and searched for your gun. When you found it and turned around, Sherlock was on the ground. The Golem was above him with his hands over his face again, but John was on his back, trying to pull the Golem off Sherlock.

You tried to stand but couldn’t. When the lights cut back in you saw the Golem throw John off his back and began to run out the door. You fired three shots at him, one seemed to clip his arm, but he continued running.

By now it had to be nearly morning but you had to get back to the museum before the painting premiered.

                         KYLO X READER || Soul Mate 6

“the voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time”

A/N: NEW UPDATE! YAY! Okay, things are really getting intense now (as if they weren’t before) i’m pretty stoked to make the next few parts as I’ve got a lot in mind. BTW! Guess who finally makes an appearance this chapter? Please enjoy/reblog/like…whatever your lovely soul wants to do! [GIF NOT MINE]

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Warning: Cursing? As usual.


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